Pairing/Characters: Ianto, smidge Ianto/Jack
Word Count: 120
Summary: Ianto watches men's gymnastics and has an epiphany
Warnings: No "real" spoilers, maybe "From out of the Rain" if you squint
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, no matter how much I wish. The BBC and RTD get the credit and cash.
Notes: This is the first time I have put myself out for general review. Nerves abound.
Muscles, Oh God!
Ianto was all eyes, captivated by the sight in front of him. The Commonwealth Games had just started and men's gymnastics was currently being broadcast. The muscles, oh God, the muscles. He'd always thought that Jack was to be the only man he would ever look at that way, but he found himself revising that stance with every movement. Maybe Jack would consider coming around to watch this with him. It was bound to lead to something interesting. Afterall, hadn't Jack once dated acrobatic twins? Maybe he better start stretching, before he made any phone calls. He winced as one of the men tumbled across the floor and then slid easily into the splits. Yep, stretching was a GOOD idea.